Tan lines from stockings mark her thighs as Zdenka Pelcova straddles him on that damn couch—pink lips stretched around his cock like it belongs there. Bent forward, tits swinging, crease glistening with every thrust. ‘Harder,’ she moans when he flips her onto her back—legs pinned open wider than a door. Cum shooting straight up into her greedy pussy until the cushions are soaked through. She pretends to adjust the throw pillow but keeps one hand tangled in his hair.
